The slapping of flesh meeting wet flesh echoed around the room. He glanced down to where they were joined. The condom over his cock was coated with her juice. He watched himself penetrate her and felt her cunt pulsing, tightening around his cock. Watching and feeling was too much for him. Slamming inside her one final time Paul shot his sperm into the waiting condom. They both cried out as Rachel climaxed once again. They had come together. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Spent, Paul collapsed on top of her. The only sound in the room was their combined pants. In all of his life he’d never felt anything so amazing or wonderful. Rachel had been with him on every level. After the first initial cause of pain, everything had been different. He felt different with her. He could not find the right words to describe the feelings running through him at the moment, even being an experienced man. There was happiness, joy, completion, and wholeness, and they were just a few words he could think of. The woman in his arms owned him. There was no going back. Mitch could do and say whatever the hell he liked. Paul was not letting her go, not even for his friend. Rachel completed him.
Paul moved off her afraid he was hurting her with his size. Holding her in his arms, he never wanted to let her go. Through his adult years he had plenty of bed partners and enjoyed a good sex life, but never in all that time had he felt so complete. Rachel was the one who made him feel so whole and happy. This woman held him in the palm of her hand.
How could he even look at another woman when this desirable, giving, and caring woman was with him?
Her happiness was the only thing that mattered to him. The mere thought of her walking away from him caused intense pain to erupt inside his chest. Rachel was his, and nothing was going to change that. He lifted his head to look into her eyes. Paul swallowed past the lump as she smiled at him “Did I hurt you much?” he asked in a whisper.
Rachel shook her head, covered her lips and closed her eyes.
Paul waited a little longer. “Rachel?” He went to shake her when he realised she had fallen asleep in that short time.
Shaking his head, he pulled away from her and was careful not to wake her. He lifted her into his arms and pulled the blanket from under her before placing her back onto the bed. The blanket had a few stains of blood, and he saw specks of blood covered her thighs. He went and got a small bowl of warm water and a cloth from the bathroom. When he returned he cleaned away the evidence of her virginity along with the cream of her release.
She mumbled in her sleep while he cleaned her. He finished quickly so he didn’t wake her. He took the bowl back to the bathroom, changed the sheet for a fresh one, and joined her in bed.
It was late, and he couldn’t get to sleep. He spent the time watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful in slumber. Stroking her hair, he cuddled up next to her and finally drifted off to a comforting sleep. His woman was in his bed wrapped in his arms.
What more could he wish for?
Chapter Eleven
Being poked in the side was not a fun way to be woken up, and Rachel was ready to snarl at whoever had woken her out of a blissful dream. Whoever it was who’d woken her up was about to feel her early morning wrath. Opening her eyes she searched for the culprit. Her memories of last night came rushing back to her. Rolling over she saw Paul with his eyes open waiting for her. She smiled instead of snarling at him. Paul was resting his head in one hand while the other stroked her hair.
“Morning, sleepy-head,” he said, chuckling and leaning down to kiss her lips. She moaned when he pulled away.
Stretching out her muscles she winced as she became aware of her aching muscles and the soreness between her thighs.
“Are you sore?” he asked. The concern he felt was written on his face.
Rachel nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Why were you poking me?” she asked, quickly in an attempt to change the subject.
“Poking you?” He frowned.
“Yes. I felt something poking me in my side—”
He started to laugh before she had even finished.
“What?” she asked, laughing with him.
“I wasn’t poking you. Let’s just say I’m very happy to be waking beside you. It’s a good reason for me to poke you.”
She was confused. Why would there ever be a good reason to poke someone? He lifted the bed covers and pointed at the obvious reason.
“Oh!” There had to be a blush filling her checks and rushing over her entire body. A large erection was the thing poking into her side. He was rock-hard first thing in the morning.
“Don’t worry about it. I figured you’d be too sore to do anything. I’m used to waking up like this, and I’ll take care of it when I’m in the shower.” His consideration touched her. He cared enough to leave her alone until she was no longer sore.
“I love you,” she said, overcome by emotion. She could not keep her feelings hidden anymore.
Paul cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply on the mouth. “I love you, too.” He claimed her mouth again. “Last night was the best night of my life.”
“You don’t have to say that if you don’t mean it. I was a virgin, but I’m sure I could get better.” She thought last night had been amazing. Apart from the first initial pain everything else had been perfect. She couldn’t have asked for a better first time.
“Look at me, Rachel.” He took her chin between his fingers. “I love you, and last night was the best night ever. I will never lie to you about that.”
“Thank you. I thought it was pretty great as well,” she said with tears escaping down her cheeks. Rachel didn’t understand why she was crying. She was so happy.
“I’ve been waiting for you most of my life. My biggest regret was not fighting Mitch over you. When we were younger and you stopped tagging along with us, I missed you. I never minded when Mitch had to babysit you. I’ve cared about you for a long time, Rachel, and that’s the truth. More recently I’ve felt that my feelings for you have developed. I love you with my whole heart.” He held her attention. His words touched her heart so deeply. How could she ever have doubted his feelings? It was like he was two different people. The first person was what the outside world expected him to be whereas the second person was the loving guy she’d grown up with.
“I love you so much.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking possession of his lips as she did. “I love you, love you, love you,” she said in between kisses. She felt so happy, and his delighted laughter cheered her.
If she’d known her simple request for him to teach her about sex would have produced such honesty about their feelings she would have done it the night of her eighteenth birthday. They’d wasted so much time together.
Rachel tried to get him to make love to her, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead of making love to her, which was what she wanted, he carried her through to the bathroom. She watched him run her a nice warm bath with beautiful smelling salts. Once he was done, Paul’s attention didn’t stop there. He lowered her into the water and then climbed in behind her. Paul took over everything. He bathed her thoroughly, washing the night’s loving from her skin. With his careful attention she felt loved. She snuggled against his muscled chest lapping up his attention. No matter how much she tried to urge him to take her, Paul refused. He put an arm between them telling her that he didn’t want to add to her soreness.